For a time in a certain part of the country I was known as deer gutt'n Bob. I had no problems quickly dressing out a deer in the dark.Got another bad scar, just above the knee scar....self induced!
Don't gut a deer on a pitch black night on property you shouldn't be on!
Again, my brother looked at me and nearly fainted...stuttering inserted here..."Are you ok?" He never was one for the sight of blood, as I took my boot off and poured the blood out of it.
I do have a stab wound scar in my left left where I slipped and stuck my knife into my leg. That one was in broad daylight while working on an elk.